Lavendar Town just kills me

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From the net:

The first week of May, 1981, Daniel O'Connell, the Investigative Counselor of the Boston Public School Board, alerted the district's principals that "it has been brought to the attention of the police department and the district office that adults dressed as clowns have been bothering children to and from school. Please advise all students that they must stay away from strangers, especially ones dressed as clowns."

Several days later, in Brookline, Massachusetts on May 5, two clowns using candy as lures tried to entice children into their black van parked near Lawrence Elementary School. According to Loren Coleman in Mysterious America, police had a good description of the vehicle: it was an old model with ladders on the side, a broken front headlight and was missing its hubcaps. The following day the Boston police, "responding to persistent complaints, warned that men in clown suits were harassing elementary children." One, driving a black van, was seen to be dressed as a clown only from the waist up; from the waist down he was naked.

"By May 8th," writes Coleman, "reports of clown men in vans harassing children had come in from East Boston, Charlestown, Cambridge, Canton, Randolph, and other cities near Boston.... 50 miles south, in Providence, RI, reports of clown men disturbing children were coming to the attention of psychiatric social workers counseling the city's youth."

Encounters with "evil clowns" proliferated quickly westward. Pittsburg children began reporting being pestered by two men dressed as clowns driving a van. Mid-May, frightened Kansas school kids told of a clown who had chased them home and threatened them to get in his van. On the afternoon of May 22, in Kansas City, Missouri, chased a "knife-wielding clown in a yellow van that had been reported at six different elementary schools":

Earlier in the day, at 8:30, a mother had watched a yellow van approach her children as they walked to a school bus stop. The van stopped and someone inside spoke to her two girls who then screamed and fled; the vehicle sped away. The children told their mother that a man dressed as a clown and carrying a knife had ordered them inside. By noon the police had received dozens of similar reports - of a clown in a yellow van. The calls did not taper off until five o'clock that afternoon.

Coleman quotes LaTanya Johnson, a then-sixth grade student at Fairfax Elementary School, who told the Kansas City Star of her sighting of the clown:

He was by the fence and ran down through the big yard when some of the kids ran over there. He ran toward a yellow van. He was dressed in a black shirt with a devil on the front. He had two candy canes down each side of his pants. The pants were black too, I think; I don't remember much about his face.

That Spring, scared children in Nebraska, and in Colorado, and elsewhere, spoke of being menaced by knife-wielding clowns who ordered them to get in their vans. No suspect was apprehended, and perhaps most significantly, no child was abducted. Frustrated police departments began backtracking, and discounting the allegations. Besides, most of the witnesses were young children - how much could their word be trusted? As the sightings petered out, and as children were merely terrified and not missing, "group hysteria" was floated as an explanation, and eagerly seized upon by most. But Coleman makes a significant observation that suggests something else was going on:

The story of the phantom clowns went unnoticed on a national scale until I began getting a hint we were in the midst of a major flap of a new phenomenon. Slowly, after contacting fellow researchers by phone and mail, I discovered the phantom clown enigma went beyond Boston, Kansas City, and Omaha. Indeed, the reports filtering into me demonstrated that a far reaching mystery was developing. In the individual cities, the local media were not aware they were living through a series of puzzling events that were occurring nationwide.

From the youtube synopses: "This is based on a true story, about an incident involving a school girl who was stalked by a molester/killer as she walked home alone after a day out with friends. Two weeks after this a young girl was found decapitated in the woodlands where this took place."

more missing

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Baltic Sea Anomaly

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Do Not Disturb

Google's header this time around is in honor of Howard Carter, the man who dug up King Tut. Most of what you find on the net disputes the supposed "Curse of King Tut."

Let's clarify a few things:


Claim: There was no curse.

Truth: Four magical "protection" bricks were found in the tomb at each cardinal points. Each brick had a section of writing from chapter 151 of the Book Of the Dead. One brick included a close semblance to the supposed curse made popular in the media: "Death Shall Come On Swift Wings To Him Who Disturbs The Peace Of The King." Another curse was also found on a statue of Anubis* ("Protector of the Dead") guarding the tomb saying; "It is I who hinder the sand from choking the secret chamber. I am for the protection of the deceased." Almost all Egyptian graves of importance have a curse according to Egyptian archaeologists (Pharaoh Thutmose I: "He shall have no heir," Pharaoh Khety: "He shall be cooked together with the condemned,").

Claim: Carnarvon's dog didn't howl and drop dead in England at exactly the same time Carnarvon died in Egypt .

Truth: The claim this happened comes from Carnarvon's own son who was watching the terrier on Carnarvon's return.

Claim: Carter did not die from the curse.

Truth: Carter was never the same after opening the tomb and suffered from a strange exhaustion that plagued him all his life (he died at 64). A friend of Carter, Professor James Henry Breasted, claimed Carter was; "not all there" and was often confused, weak, sick and suffered from deep depression.

Some deaths take longer than others and maybe Carter had the worst death of all.

*Howard Carter wrote in his diary about a "strange" incident on May 1926 where he saw jackals, similar looking to Anubis, for the first time in the desert.

Downtown

Russ and I explored downtown L.A. It was more like a spookfest. We went to see the Alexandria Hotel and stayed at the skeezy Cecil Hotel that's called "The Suicide" by the old coots who have lived there forever because of all the people jumping out of windows."The Cecil" also has the distinction of housing not one, but 2 serial killers. one of them was Richard Ramirez and from our room on the 14th floor (where he lived), you overlooked the alley that Ramirez would Shanghai his victims in (they say you feel a sense of dread if you go into the alley at night, even from our window the alley looked foreboding with the orangeish street lights and the creepy building in front of it). The morning we went to Central Market and had pig skin tacos, fresh squeezed cucumber and fruit drinks and I tried a tejuino for the first time (I'll never be hungover like that to try it again). Overall it was a swell time had by all (I vaguely remember arguing with two old ladies about the State of Israel and and noshing on fried macaroni and cheese in the dark that was sitting next to my bed, I PRAY it was macaroni and cheese because that's what it tasted like).

Richard Ramirez art.

Mothman?

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Monster

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Possessed Dick

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You're a Doll

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The other bad blue

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Chupamurciélago

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The killer is the now grown-up Sheila

It's the perfect set up for every slasher/horror movie where the murders begin again. link

evil eyes

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lost boys

Devil's Gate Reservoir, Pasadena.